A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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SARFAROSHI KI TAMANNA HAMARE DIL ME

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में ह

BAS THODI DER

बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे �

Don't Give Up
We wait for what we long for
We long for what we need
Impatience and Anxiety
Give root to e

CHEHRE PE KITABO SE JYADA LIKHA HAI

GIRNA BHI ACHHA HAI 

OUKA KA PATA CHALTA HAI

BADTE HAI JUB HATH UTHANE KO&nb

DARD KO NA DEKHO

Dard ko na dekho Dard ki nazron se,

Dard ko bhi Dard hota hai.

Dard ko bhi jaroor

zindgi ko ji lo achhese

kabhi kabhi kuchh cheezein  Apne man 

ki bhi kar le ni chahiye

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I'll Never Forget

I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.

It's full of anger, pain, and regrets

Some Flowers For You

A rose for every year,

many smiles for every tear

Way more of the first than ever

AAJ DIL TOOTA YA MAIN PHIR SE

AAJ DIL TOOTA YA MAIN PHIR SE

MALUM NAHI HAI..... HAIN KYA

KEHTA MERI YE MUJHE YE

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